The room was left with only one person, and everything that happened today burrowed into Yin Yinyue's mind.
"Damn it, was I poisoned by Xuan Qing?"
"Why do I think of him every now and then?"
Just like Xuan Qing said, she wasn't an unwed maiden, so what was there to overthink about being slept with?
Yin Yinyue gave her waist a fierce pinch, and tears of pain sprang to her eyes.
That finally chased the discordant images out of her head.
Yin Yinyue sat at her desk, where in the past, looking at account books when she was troubled would calm her heart.
But today she could barely focus for a few lines before her mind wandered again, and what she hated most was that every time she moved, something would flow out, all left behind by Xuan Qing.
"Die, Xuan Qing, may you die a horrible death!"
The next morning, Yin Zheng arrived early at the courtyard where Yin Yinyue resided.
His face was a bad color, and he made straight for Yin Yinyue's room.
